Page 94 of Derailed
Trent lifts his chin and nods. “And Bedo knows about this? You’resure?”
“Positive.”
He glances back at the voices coming from the front entry but doesn’t move to follow. “Why didn’t he tell us? We were together allday.”
Setting the ice pack on the counter, I rub my fingers against each other, debating whether I should say more. I don’t know Trent, but given the person Deb is, I take a chance that I can trust him. “I got the feeling earlier that Bedo didn’t want you toknow.”
He lifts his brows. “How’d you get thefeeling?”
“He asked me not to interfere.” I chew at my bottomlip.
“But you called Sean?” Trent dips his chin as if that’s hard to believe. Or maybe he’s skeptical of my motives. Given the circumstances, he has every right tobe.
“Iz is important tohim.”
Austin appears in the doorway. “Uh, hate to break up the party, but we’ve got cops and a shitbag drummer who’s starting to wake up, so . . .yeah.”
“Okay, then.” Trent gestures for me to leave first. “Let’s get this over with, because next we’ve got a different drummer to trackdown.”
